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BILLY III
Arriving home, Janice gave Tami a pep talk in the car sitting in the
garage.
"This is what you asked for, Tami. Not every aspect will be fun. I know
you like how it feels. And I understand your infatuation with mirrors.
But what you have been allowed to undertake as a sissy was not available
to Denise. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mommy. I've got on grownup feminine things that Denise had to wait
until she reached a proper age for a young woman. She is not going to
like that I can have what she has been denied."
Janice is impressed with her youngest child's perception.
"Denise is still denied some of your embellishments," Janice let her
little one know.
Tami swallowed hard. But she seemed to reach a conclusion.
"What do you think she might do, considering? Janice asked.
"I don't think she will do anything. Her ire will land squarely on you,
Mommy," Tami admitted.
"I think you are correct, but why do you think that?" Janice needed to
understand.
"She puts the blame where it originates. Denise understands more than
what is in front of her. She sizes up what is happening, and more often
than not, she reaches the correct conclusion. It is a little scary when
she brings her attention upon you. I admire her for her aptitude for
fairness," Tami stated. And then Tami added, "I think she lets me prank
her. I believe I only got one over on her a few times. James, on the
other hand, is much easier."
Janice was impressed and surprised by Tami's observation. She had spent a
lot of time with Billy and never gave him his due--something she had been
feeling guilty of late with her older children. She looked at Tami with a
new appreciation.
"What's wrong, Mommy? Do I have a run in my stocking? Or is my lipstick
crooked?" Tami asked her Mother as she grew uncomfortable as Janice was
surmising her performance with all of her children.
"No, no, my dear child. You look beautiful, Janice told Tami.
"I know I do," Tami immediately shot back. Her smile was infectious as
she struck a pose accentuating her state of dress.
The playful pose negated Janice's first adverse reaction. The playful
nature of her intelligent child caught her off guard. Still, she could
not help but enunciate her retort.
"No one likes a conceited sissy," Janice offered up as part of the
gayety.
Once the giggling died down, Janice asked in seriousness, "Will you be ok
attending school tomorrow?"
"Not in my heels; they are more difficult than I thought. But, yes, I
want to see this through and show off how pretty I am," Tami reaffirmed.
Tami was all in.
Janice was slightly worried, but the private school was already dealing
with Bradley. William's company provided a town car to drop her youngest
off and pick her up. She would only need to deal with her fellow students
and any school-bound authority.
"Are you ready for the onslaught?" Janice asked, ending their rap
session.
"Oh, yeah, let's do this," Tami was pumped.
Gathering herself out of the Benz was still unfamiliar with her new
outfit, but Tami was getting better at it. She thought she needed to work
on the graceful exit once she could master getting her heels under
herself properly. The long hair extensions grabbed at her fresh
piercings, reminding her of the expensive stones in her ears.
Standing next to the car, she started to arrange herself. The long nails
had difficulty untangling her hair from her earrings and placing her
purse over her shoulder. The only thing missing was a set of boobs. She
wondered how much more off-center she would feel if her Mother had gotten
breast forms for her. And then she wondered how those would add to her
beauty.
Once she was in position and had her new nails wrapped around her purse,
she looked to her Mother as if to say, let's go. I'm ready.
Janice smiled at the situation. Her youngest looked so innocent and
demurely attractive that it was at odds with any sensibility. The small-
sized statuesque female standing in her garage would change the nature of
her family's dynamics. What she did not know was how it would change. In
the past, every endeavor like this panned out positively. It was a reset.
Billy was ready to continue this grand escapade, and so was she.
It would not hurt if she could show up Evelyn in the process. That self-
decerning woman could be a true antagonist to everyone in their social
circle. She needs to rectify her shortcomings regarding her children, but
killing two birds with one stone would be so satisfying.
Janice enjoyed Tami's tenacity. The vision before her was of a confident,
overdressed young woman. Where ever Billy went, she was unsure. But this
Tami girl looked the part better than she had ever envisioned. It was
almost scary.
Tami's revelation about her older half-sister was jarring. Janice
believed Tami's assessment was more than likely correct. She had been out
of touch with her children and was about to pay the price. When she chose
a direction and rules, Janice never looked back. She never reassessed.
This exercise was as much for her benefit as her children's benefit. It
is hard to hold the mirror up to your actions.
I need to set an appointment for the beauty shop for myself, Janice told
herself. The little tart is very good-looking. She also hoped that
Denise's reaction would not be too harsh.
"We are home," Janice announced.
The reaction she gleamed would be forthcoming from Denise and James did
not occur. They fawned over their half-brother. There was a brief moment
when Tami's take on how this interlude would go down seemed accurate. Out
of the eyesite of Tami, Denise shot daggers with her eyes at her Mother,
with no clarification as to why Janice had to guess what brought on
Denise's ire. Nothing with Denise is straightforward.
CHAPTER FOUR
Denise and James fawned over their new sibling, sissy. Janice understood
that it was a new strategy. It was not hard, as Tami made a believable
sissy. She was quite frankly flawless. The age of curiosity and innocent
eyes beguiled how she presented. Tami was the prelude of a decent
nemesis. All of Billy's pranks did not add up to what was happening at
this juncture.
Janice told Tami that she was going to learn how to prepare dinner.
"Ok, Mommy," an enthusiastic Tami responded.
James and Denise were surprised at her enthusiasm. Chores were not
something Billy had been subjected. Now the tarted-up youth was eager to
perform "women's work." Standing in the kitchen at the counter, Tami took
instructions nicely. The nervous energy of Billy was absent. A culled
existence was evident. Using the sharp peeler and cutting up vegetables
for a stir fry, Tami admired her acrylic nails as she performed the task.
Something had changed, and it was not simply being Tami. No, something
more profound had shifted. The grownup status of her clothes and the new
responsibilities of contributing made Tami feel a new sensation she could
not put her finger on.
The clothes felt wonderful. Her high heels looked so grown up. Making
dinner for her family felt correct. The life of a sissy was gratifying.
Salad and eggplant parmesan was on tonight's menu. The innocent little
girl did the menu justice. As the evening drew near, supper was looking
correct and smelled delicious. Her audience of three was impressed.
When William walked in, he did a double take. In essence, he agreed to
what Janice was undertaking. Seeing his son dressed as he was, shocked
him. It was odd walking into a room where his youngest was preparing a
suitable meal, dressed to the nines as an attractive young woman on the
cusp of womanhood. A sensory overload could be the only description.
The evening was pleasant., more so than William could remember. His
cross-dressed son had turned out an excellent meal, and everyone was
getting along. It disturbed him slightly that Billy looked as attractive
as Tami. He would not have recognized him if he did not know Tami was his
son. All of this was intriguing, but William decided to stay out of the
game.
"Denise, could you help Tami with her makeup removal?" Janice asked, but
it was an order.
"And James, you need to put Tami's hair in rollers," Janice continued.
As you could imagine, James's attempt was dismal. It was not long before
Denise helped Tami with her curlers and then James. James watched in
earnest but knew he would spend much more time in curlers than he wished.
The conversion was impressive when Tami unwound her lipstick and pressed
it to James's lips. With just the curlers and lipstick, James looked very
feminine. What struck his Mother and sister was how relaxed the
additional embellishment made him.
"If you want, James, we can find a nightgown that goes with your hairdo,"
Denise offered.
"If you think it would help Tami," James offered.
And so it was that James slept in a full head of curlers and a lace
nighty to support his younger brother. In some ways, James was cuter than
Tami. No matter what, though, tomorrow would be a difficult day for Tami.
The massive curls were impressive. Tami was looking way beyond her years.
Except for a well-formed woman's chest, Tami was an authentic sissy. She
could even be considered a well-developed transexual in flux. The only
concessions for going to school in her new persona were flat ballerina
shoes and a lot less perfume.
When the town car dropped its charge in front of the private school, Jim,
the driver, was nervous. It took the young miss more time than ordinary
to disembark the expensive vehicle. But Jim was impressed with how the
youth walked forward to her destiny.
She was innocence personified. Denise did her makeup. The flats did
wonders for Tami getting around. Tami did not care for her class's
determinations. It was surprising when she went to her assigned class and
saw Chip bullying Bradley and three new sissies.
"Cut that out, Chip," Tami demanded
"Another one, then," Chip blurted out.
As Tami approached Chip, he tried to subdue his most recent challenge.
The two years of Judo paid off. Chip now found himself at the mercy of a
thumb lock. It was beyond embarrassing to succumb to a sissy pressing
back on one of your digits. No matter what Chip did, Tami had full
control. Her sensei taught this hold effectively.
"Tell Bradley you are sorry. Tell her you will carry her books for her,"
Tami demanded as a shocked class looked at the spectacle of the class
bully being demoted by a beautiful sissy.
"My name is Bunny," Bradley informed Tami.
"Oh, ok, Chip, you need to tell Bunny that you will carry her books for
her," Tami renewed the pressure on Chip's bent back Thumb.
"You wait until Billy gets here," Chip threatened.
With that threat, Tami told Chip that Billy was indeed present. Tami had
not noticed that three other classmates had been converted into sissies.
She smiled as Chip realized he was in trouble.
"Fuck, ok, I'll carry your books for you, Bunny," Chip said, defeated.
"Thank you, Tami," Bunny said as she hugged her feminized classmate. Chip
was still at the mercy of Tami's thumb lock. This is the point at which
the teacher entered the classroom.
"What is going on here?" Miss Duffy demanded.
Tami and Bunny froze on the spot. Miss Duffy's sudden entrance made Tami
pull slightly harder on her Thumb lock. Chip tried to take advantage of
his prone position, but the class was not having it.
Miss Duffy raised her hand in a stop gesture.
"Let Chip go, little lady, Miss Duffy instructed.
When Tami let Chip out of the thumb lock, he took aim and tried to catch
Tami off guard. The bundled fist flew and missed wildly. Tami
sidestepped, and Miss Duffy caught the unintended blow.
"Ohhh," said the entire class in unison.
"Little miss thing and Chip, follow me to the principal's office," an
angry Miss Duffy demanded.
"Class, open your science books to page three hundred fifteen," Miss
Duffy instructed. She did not say anything else.
William was not happy to be summoned to the principal's office. Once the
whole story was out, the principal apologized profusely to Mr. Short. He
did not realize it was Billy in his office. Telling his secretary to
demand their parents come in was short sited. It was a shock when William
Short appeared at his door, none too happy.
Chip Rosenthal's Mother came with an attitude that did not bear well for
a child that assaulted a teacher. Between the embarrassment of William
Short belittling him after finding out Tami was protecting herself and
another student from Chip, and entirely within her rights. And Mrs.
Rosenthal showing up with an attitude, Chip was in for it.
"When you signed up at our private school, you signed permission for
corporal punishment. Chip may subject himself to fifteen strokes of the
school paddle or be expelled without a refund. It is your choice, Mrs.
Rosenthal," Principal Jackson informed the boisterous woman.
"You would not be talking to my husband this way!"
"I could call the police. How would Chip like a juvenile record?"
A flummoxed Mrs. Rosenthal was at the end of her tether. Her rotten child
could not be insulated without incurring the wrath of his Father. The
vast expense of this private school would be forfeited. As embarrassing
as it was, Chip would be spanked in front of the entire school assembly.
Five new sissies stood on stage in the auditorium. They were integral in
Chip's punishment. Tami and Bunny held Chip's arms on each side of the
condemned individual. Chip was out of his element as he was forced to
admit his catastrophic blunder and submit himself to Miss Duffy's strong
determination.
There were straps on the floor for Chip to place his feet through. The
two volunteers were supporting his arms in a submissive position. He
could not help himself but to admire Tami's pantyhose-clad legs. And then
Miss Dufy landed the first stroke.
"Ohw," Chip howled.
Mrs. Rosenthal was beyond embarrassed. Her special child was about to
feel fourteen more strikes for his miss deeds. There was no alternative.
Her husband would disinherit Chip if these embarrassments were to be
forthcoming.
The fact that his debasement was occurring in front of the entire school
body made it clear that no student could harass any of the new sissies.
Tami, Bunny, Tracey, Fiffie, and Melissa were safe. Mrs. Duffy was still
upset by Chip's behavior. His ass did pay the price.
William was impressed by his nine-year-old son's fortitude. The ease with
which he took up the role of a house sissy was alarming initially, but
his tenacity was impressive. William realized that nothing was as it
seemed, but Tami/Billy was wise beyond his/her years. The cumulative
trajectory was now hanging in the balance. Kendal had never shown
compassion or a sense of right or wrong as Tami had demonstrated.
Seeing a fellow student being attacked, Tami moved in and used her
gathered knowledge to defuse the situation. Chip never knew what hit him
until it was too late. The embarrassment of being paddled in front of the
entire school took all of his pomp and circumstance away from him. And
adding to the insult, it was two sissies that held him in place as his
ordeal unfolded.
Kendal was William's first child. He was already being groomed to take
the helm of William's company. The problem was, he was an arrogant git.
He believed he was entitled to run the company that William had built
from the ground up. Perhaps he was. William now had options for his
company's future. A nine-year-old showed more promise than his twenty-
three-year-old spoiled son.
CHAPTER FIVE
William thought he needed to challenge Kendal. His firstborn should step
up and handle whatever circumstances confronted him or his business. He
was disappointed. Kendel expected to be handed a paint-by-numbers method
to deal with anything the real world would through at him.
As William informed Kendel that his half-brother showed great aptitude
for problem-solving and the circumstances Billy found himself in, he was
surprised by Kendel's seemingly supportive attitude. Maybe, he thought,
Kendel has grown.
Three days later, Kendal showed up at the family home. He carried a
gallon of his Father's favorite apple cider with him.
"You need to shake it vigorously, Tami," Kendal instructed.
"James and Denise are allergic to apples," Tami told Kendal.
"Why should you go without, Tami?" Kendal asked.
Tami had no retort. It was a nice gesture. The proffered glass was
ceremoniously offered to Tami. It was delicious. Kendal had brought three
more gallons with him. The wonderful cleansing taste was evident each
time Tami took a swig. Kendal was very interested as Tami swallowed his
offering. Apple juice was something that was often forbidden in her home.
Dishes were performed by Tami. This did not sit well with Tami. The
hottest girl in tonight's festivities was stuck doing the dishes. When
Kendal made a spectacle of shaking the plastic jug and pouring Tami a
cool refreshing glass of freshly shaken Apple cider, she took it,
admiring her glossed fingernails grasping the crystal glass.
"Oh my God, this is wonderful," Tami admitted. She was worried about
Kendal. His offering showed that she had nothing to fear from him. It was
often assumed he would try anything to make Billy look bad in front of
their Father. You would have to meet Kendal to understand how most
everyone felt about him. The sweet arcid confection removed most of his
unendearing past. In her short life, Tami had never tasted apple juice,
let alone apple cider. James and Denise were highly allergic to this
beautiful confection.
She continued the duty of the house sissy. Cleaning supper dishes well so
dressed was a mixed blessing. The apple cider was a drink missing from
her reality. Maybe Kendal was not so bad after all. Tami knew Janice
would not partake of her apple cider. She always watched her calorie
intake.
So, dressed in her grownup high heels and pantyhose, Tami recognized that
she had some privileges. She enjoyed that she was attractive. The fact
that she looked five years older was also an incentive to keep up the
charade.
Every mirror in her environment was in danger of being worn out. Tami
could not get past how good she looked as a female. The makeup she was
getting proficient at and the clothes her androgynous body was adorned
with, screamed I'm a sexy female. She made deciphering what was happening
impossible at a young age.
How did her siblings and Kendal factor into what she had agreed to? She
is a sexy sissy. In everything she has tried, Tami was all in. She would
be the best sissy she could be. What she wanted out of this was to bring
her family together. At nine years old, what she discovered would bring
about her loving family to be united. She did not understand how. But she
knew that what she had undertaken would be the catalyst to the change her
family needed.
James looked cute in his rollers. The lipstick Tami insisted upon fit
him. James was getting better at rolling Tami's hair, but it would be
long before he could match Janice's propensity to set Tami's hair in
rollers. His short nightgown was pretty as James settled in for the
night. Curlers and lipstick with his silk nightgown made James so relaxed
William had to commit on his new disposition.
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